The Danza

If you never have danced the Danza

With its wondrous rhythmic twirl,

While close to your boom panted

Some dark-eyed creole girl,

Of dancing, you know naught.

By Inez I was taught.

'Tis a dance with the stranges pauses,

It moves as the breezes blow,

And her lips were like pomegranate blossoms

And her teeth were white as snow.

Of beauty I knew naught;

By Inez I was taught.

In the garden splashed the fountain,

Where the palm-trees hid the moon...

Who well had the Danza trodden

A kiss might crave as boon;

Of loving I knew naught;

By Inez I was taught.